Page 37 of Wolf Trial

I snorted. I couldn’t help it. “Leander, I’ve had sex before.”

He made a noise in his throat, his cheeks stained pink. “I know that.” How? “I meant the first of the pack. The first of your mates.”

The more they said that word, the stranger it sounded. The more significant.

“I want a taste,” Verne said against my mouth, nipping my bottom lip. “Before Leander fills this sweet, aching pussy to the brim.”

“How do you know I’m aching?” I mumbled. My eyes fluttered when sensation shot through my clit, his fingers exploratory, his touches long and slow, working me back up to that feral headspace where I’d do anything to have them closer. I didn’t recognise this part of me. I was sure I’d never felt this desperate to be fucked in my life.

“I can feel it, alianazara,” Verne answered in a voice of shadows and velvet, a voice that caressed all the best places in my body. No, wait, that was his fingers slowly stroking closer to where I throbbed, and Leander’s hands squeezing my ass, his hips jolting when his cock brushed my hip.

As if he was as ready to crawl out of his skin with need as I felt.

“I can feel you ache,” Verne went on. “I can feel your need dripping out of you. I can feel your heart racing and your pulse pounding in your throat, and I don’t need to touch you to confirm those feelings. I know them as I know my own needs.”

I stared, caught on his words like a fish on a hook, utterly speechless. Until common sense prevailed. He couldn’t feel my need in a magical sense; he could feel my heart pound when he touched my chest, could watch my pulse thrum with his sharp eyes, and as for the arousal dripping from me… well, I was dripping all over his fingers as he guided two inside me and withdrew, bringing them to his lips.

My gut cramped, the need so intense it robbed what remained of my breath. There was something holy about watching Verne suck the taste of me from his fingers. Something hallowed in the way his eyes slipped shut, his chest expanding, and a soft moan escaped him.

I wanted to keep him. The voice I was ignoring, shoving down, coaxing to sleep, wanted to keep him. Mine, it insisted.

Mine for tonight, I agreed, and surged forward to kiss him, a louder groan leaving the alpha when I kissed the taste of me from his tongue. He was trembling when I rested my hand on his chest, my other braced on Leander’s shoulder as he lifted me, settling his cock against my entrance.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised, sweeping hair over my shoulder, pressing a kiss on bared skin. “Tell me if you need to stop, my star.”

They were generous with these terms of endearment. Starlight. My star. And whatever alianazara meant. Verne hadn’t volunteered the definition, I noticed. Probably meant wife bound into my service for sex and babies for all eternity. Hence, I would leave this cottage behind, find a way out of this world, and—go home? What home? With what money? I might not even have a job after being absent for days, unless I could convince my boss I’d been in a horrific accident and thus blameless. Hell, even that might not work.

But I couldn’t stay here to be a wolf baby machine or a wolf killer. Even if the latter would get me ninety thousand pounds…

“Sadie,” Leander murmured. “You’re thinking too hard, Starlight. This only has to be complicated if you make it.”

He was right. I blinked, shoving off all the doubts, the worries, into a mental box and slamming it shut. At least for an hour or two. Was that an optimistic timeline? After all this build up, would I be treated to a whole minute per man?6

“Deep breath, alianazara,” Verne said with that soft steel of a command, and I obeyed before I could stop myself, filling my lungs with air—and with the scents of a wood fire, fresh coffee, and marshmallow. The combination of those three scents was deadly, and I was so slick that the fat head of Leander’s cock was sucked inside me on a throb, the convulsions in my pussy hungry for more, deeper.

“Fuck,” Leander exhaled roughly. “Fuck, fuck. Sadie, I—I need a moment.”

His nostrils flared, eyelids locked tight, and it was a power trip to watch him fight to control himself, a muscle feathering in his cheek. I ran a finger over that muscle, the feel of his stubble sending a shivery sensation through my fingers. I’d never felt this drawn to someone before. This… enamoured. Usually, I was wary for the first couple months, waiting for prince charming to reveal his true form of bridge troll. Somehow, I knew this was Leander’s true form, inappropriate jokes, quick smiles, greedy touches, and all.

“Ruthless moon,” he hissed through gritted teeth, the words clearly a curse. “Fuck, please don’t move like that. I’m going to make such a fool of myself.”

A pleased laugh vibrated my chest, and I followed Verne’s order to keep my mouth on him at all times, kissing him slowly, thoroughly, as I rolled my hips on Leander’s cock. He was nowhere near balls deep, but that tip felt so good that my eyelids drooped, my mouth parted. I could stay here forever.

“Sadie,” Leander choked, his hands flying to my hips, gripping tight. “Fuck. Mate, my mate, you’re going to make a mess of me.”

I smirked, adjusting my angle slightly, and pushed against where his cock widened, determined to take more. A stretch, a burn, and then—

“Oh, god.” I’d bitten off more than I could chew, because if I’d wanted more, I’d damn well got more. The curves and contours of Leander’s dick was unlike anything I’d seen before, and just when I thought I’d adjusted to being so full I couldn’t take it, Leander exhaled a breathy moan, gripped my waist, and thrust.

Madness. Utter, unexplainable madness. That was what his cock did to me. It wasn’t an equal width, wasn’t a stretch I could get used to because it was thick in three places. I felt every single place his tip grazed, my pussy as super-sensitive as the rest of me, but it was the bulbous middle and flared base that fucking ruined me. Every single weakness in my pussy, that cock found, stroked, and coaxed into so much pleasure that my toes curled tight. I half expected my heart to stop.

I could no longer writhe, no longer focus on driving Leander mad because he set a slow, rolling pace that swept into my mind like a tsunami and washed away all my thoughts.

“How are you even more beautiful like this?” Verne murmured, fingers sliding into my hair, gripping tight as he kissed me senseless. I’d never been kissed like this before, like he’d been desperate for me for years, like he’d been starving and finally had the feast he’d craved. Like I was everything he’d ever wanted and he couldn’t have me quick enough. “So fucking gorgeous,” he groaned, licking the length of my tongue. “So good for us. So mine.”

I writhed, the whine that left my nose nowhere close to human, but I didn’t care. I was here with my mates, fulfilled and satisfied beyond belief. Who cared if I was a wolf when it came with such incredible benefits?

I arched my neck when I broke for breath, and Verne exhaled hard. A violent punch of a breath.